Exit Via Eastgate
Anyway, I saw a long dwell going on on the river of a board. Exited-Skull-Tshirt-Guy had bet a little over 10k and Eastgate had plonked in enough yellow 5k chips to cover his opponent. Some torture was clearly being visited on him - he had about 30k left and the pot was now 43k, and he looked at his six chips and Eastgate's little tower of them for quite some time.
A genuine decision - the rest of the table sat patiently for a couple of minutes as an expressionless Eastgate waited for a decision to be made.
Finally he called, but mucked when seeing Eastgate's monstrous house. Oddly, he then stayed by the table for a while amiably talking about the hand with his eliminator - I think someone said the two of them are friends - before finally heading railwards.